Black Raven Demon
By: Black Michaelis
B.N: Hello everyone! So this is my second Kuro fic. The setting of this story is in America, 21st century. Just to warn ya'll, there might be some errors, wrong spellings or grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance. So here it is! This is an OCxSebastian fic. It may not seem like it at first because my OC is so numb and... I don't know exactly. Just read on and find out.
Disclaimer: Black doesn't own Kuro-shit-suji
Black Bird
With a furious huff and a furrowed brow, she strolled down the pavement with a pounding stress mark on her forehead. Her short ginger hair flew through the wind and her jade eyes sparked in rage.
"Who the hell does she think she is? Slapping me with her hair, WHAT THE HELL? Is slapping people with their hair is the new trend now? Dafuq is going on here?" she ranted to herself in the empty street. She raised her upper lip in irritation as she looked ahead.
She raised an eyebrow when she spotted a mound of something she couldn't see ahead of the pavement. She picked up a nearby stick and approached the shadowed thing on the ground. "It's a bird." She said in realization when she was at a good distance. She reached out with her long stick and started poking the unmoving black bird that was lying in the pool of its blood, checking if it's still alive. The bird was not moving still. She examined it by lifting its broad wing, making some disgusting faces "Oh shit, holy crap." She continued to examine it when all of a sudden, it jerked. She jumped out of her skin in shock and accidentally threw the stick at the bird as she fell on her butt.
She was heaving deeply, holding her chest tightly, looking at the bird with two large scared eyes. "Fucking scared me bird! Giving me a heart attack! What's your problem?" She stood up with a huff and brushed herself off. She raised her upper lip in irritation "That's why I hate animals. Playing dead and fucking scare the shit out of me." She was an absolute non animal lover. She never liked them and never will.
She looked back at the bird who was breathing heavily, blood coating its smooth black feathers. She felt pity building up inside her, but she shook her head and pushed the feeling away. "What am I thinking?" she ran a hand through her short messy hair. She has no time to take care of a wounded bird. It's just a waste of time.
She gave the bird one last glance and strolled away.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" She gripped her hair and fought the urge to slam her head on the nearby wall for being so soft and stupid.
Apparently, when she decided to leave the bird alone to die and go to heaven with Buddha, her conscience started bugging her and her heart started to feel a slight of guilt and pity to the bird. So she took off her Elmo jacket, wrapped it around the bird with extra care since was injured and carried it home.
Now she doesn't know what to do. She had no slight idea about animals since she didn't really like them. "I don't even know if you're a girl or a boy. I don't see any penis anywhere so I assume that you're a woman.. Can I call you Girl Bird?" she talked to the bird lying on her blood stained jacket, with its chest rising and flying as it breathed on her dining table. She already made the bleeding stop and cleaned it, wrapping it with clean bandages across its chest.
She pulled out her Nokia 5110 out of her pajama pocket to check the time, 10:30 pm. She gave out a tired sigh and looked at the bird. She reached out her hand and caressed its feathery head and down to its strong black beak. She always found birds annoying. Since they were the very same annoying creatures who woke her up from her sweet slumber in the morning.
She carefully lifted the bird and carried it to her bed and laid it down carefully on a cushioned shoebox she prepared earlier. Then she walked off to pick up her jacket and threw it in the wash bin. She walked inside her bathroom to prepare herself to bed.
After twenty minutes, she came out wearing an over large Domo shirt and bunny patterned pajama. She carefully climbed on her large bed carefully, not wanting to shake the bird and open its wounds. She then laid herself down, pulling the maroon blanket with her.
"Good night Black-sweetie. Hope you don't die tonight and go to Jesus." She bid the bird goodnight and sent a flying kiss. Though she disliked animals, she didn't find any reason to be mean to them. She wasn't a fanatic animal lover but, there was this tingling feeling inside her that wanted to be with this bird. She reached out to turn off the lamp on her bedside table and pulled it back. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander off.
B.N: So that's the end of the chapter. Yes, she has the legendary Nokia 5110, the device from the dawn of time. I hope you guys like this~! And please review so I know what you guys think!